D.E.A.R.

Happy Drop Everything And Read Day to those who celebrate! This is me in the 1970s:

a kid curled up on a sofa, reading a paperback copy of Beverly Cleary's Ramona the Pest

Lately I’ve been working my way through the Klickitcast podcast from a few years ago, in which Phil Gonzales and John McCoy discuss nearly all of Beverly Cleary’s books (so far they’ve skipped the picture books) in publication order. They read some as kids, read some or all to their kids, and are coming fresh to some (the YA novels, in particular). Right now I’m waiting for Socks to come in for me at the library, to reread before listening to that episode.

Other sustained silent reading that has sustained me recently: two picture books that absolutely lived up to their buzz, Paka Paka con la Papa (gave me field-scientist feels, would pair with Lab Girl) and Every Monday Mabel (an observation not original to me: Mabel is in a fandom and her intense feelings about it are shared by many! just not by those immediately around her. Her fandom is the garbage truck). And a Cynthia Kadohata middle-grade novel about international adoption that I somehow missed for ten years, Half a World Away.

Currently reading

Rising from the Ashes: Los Angeles, 1992 by Paula Yoon, 2024. Nonfiction, marketed as YA but reads like adult nonfiction with meticulous detail and sourcing. I remember the Rodney King case and protests, but barely, as I was absorbed with the final semester of college and graduation, no regular TV exposure. The additional context of LA’s Korean community and the Latasha Harlins case was unfamiliar. This book treats every person with respect and explains complex background and contributing factors, with lots of quotes and photos from then and now.
The Pushcart Prize XLIX: Best of the Small Presses, 2025 Edition. When I was a teenager in the 1980s I used to check out the Pushcart Prize volumes from the public library. I don’t think my library carried any of the small-press and literary magazines the poems and stories came from. All I knew was there was some weird shit in there and it wasn’t like reading other books and magazines. Friends, it is still good, and still gives me a feeling of something unfiltered coming from the minds of individual people that is a balm right now. I thought I would skip a lot more than I have.
The Country of the Blind, by Andrew Leland, 2023, audiobook read by the author. I’m not very far in this one, although I think I previously read an excerpt I haven’t gotten to yet, about his training at Colorado Center for the Blind. Leland has retinitis pigmentosa and learned as a teenager that his sight would deteriorate drastically over the coming decades. I’m sometimes iffy on memoirs that alternate the author’s experience with related instructional anecdotes about people in other times and places, but so far this one’s working for me.
Memory, by Lois McMaster Bujold, 1996. Sanguinity is reading this to me, usually while I’m cooking or preparing to cook. I like this one– mystery is a better genre for me than military SF. I enjoy Ivan, Illyan, and Galeni, and there’s even a few look-ins from Cordelia.

David Schiff / Fear No Music

This morning Sang and I were down at the college campus, listening to her former music prof David Schiff, who will be 80 this year, talk about his life as a composer. The program started with a performance of a piece he wrote for solo viola; continued with a conversation between Schiff and a longtime announcer from the classical radio station; and finished with a second performance of the same viola piece. I loved this format, and also the inclusion of coffee and pastries.

David Schiff grew up in New York in a not-especially-musical family that nevertheless met his request for piano lessons when he was four. Not long after, they subscribed to an offshoot of the Book of the Month Club that sent them a record each month. (Schiff’s parents had just acquired a state of the art Magnavox– AM! FM! three-speed turntable! –and needed to get some music for it.) The third or so record to arrive was Debussy’s La Mer, and David Schiff listened to it over and over and over, for years. As he began to compose, he was interested in music that somehow followed from La Mer, a new sound, whether classical or jazz. Public schools in the Bronx had good music programs then, and he kept going.

To follow the idiosyncratic loves that arrive in your life, follow them through decades, let them bring you together with fellow-travelers… making space for that for everyone feels to me like the opposite of fascism. And that is something I’m feeling for these days,–where to point my nose in the current moment when small and interstitial resistance is what seems possible. (Or maybe not that small: the hefty tasks of supporting public schools and libraries are part of it.)

Anyway, it was a beautiful sunny morning and the bathroom graffiti was wholesome as usual:

handwritten sign for an informal poll: "Who would win? 10,000 horses OR 100000000 ants?" Ants are winning with four hashmarks (zero for horses)

Mishka

cover of children's novel Mishka, red with an oval portrait of a small white rabbit snuggled against a human whose unzipped jacket keeps it warm Refugees and asylum-seekers are on my mind, of course, and therefore so is one of my five favorite books read in 2024– Mishka, by Anoush Elman and Edward van de Vendel, illustrated by Annet Schaap, translated from the Dutch by Nancy Forest-Flier.

I thought when I requested it from the library that it would be a picture book, but it’s a chapter book. 160 pages.

I love it for the bizarre details of rabbit ownership. I love it for Roya’s family of six (plus Mishka) and how they share and compete over the rabbit and how they take care of each other. I love how the book reveals bit by bit, in little asides almost, what a long journey it was (it took years, pre-Mishka) to go from their home country, to transitional, temporary homes, to their new home-for-keeps. Weirdly, I love it for Roya’s breakdown at school, because her teacher loves her, and her class understands what’s important.

Highly recommend this book and a browse through other titles at Levine Querido, which is dedicated to diverse kidlit.

let your heart be kindled by kindness

Today I re-started bike commuting. I love taking the bus and listening to audiobooks and podcasts, but now public schools are in session and the first half of my commute features a tightly-packed crowd of high-schoolers. And our covid rates are high right now.

I was #418 across Tilikum Crossing this morning, a higher count than I’ve seen for awhile. The last hill up to campus is steep for me, so I was walking my bike up the sidewalk when a guy yelled, “Nice helmet!” and pulled up wearing the same model I was– Nutcase, navy with white polka dots, and the first exact match I’ve seen in the wild.

navy-blue bike helmet with white polka dot pattern

Then he asked if my bike was okay. I thanked him and said yeah, I’m just out of shape! He rode away effortlessly up the hill on his acoustic cargo bike. Respect.

Anyway, bike commuting shows me a lot of kindness from people. From drivers too.

Fifty-Four

two times twenty-seven, or two times three times three times three

yellow rose bloom seen from above against greenery

This rose blooms in the back yard each year around my birthday. This morning on a walk in my neighborhood I passed a house on a corner that had beautiful labeled roses planted on all the sidewalk frontage. Most of them were fragrant, too. One of the plant markers was not like the others, but was appropriate for all the roses at my house:

printed on a small plant marker staked in the ground: "Absolutely No Idea (found at an old home in SE"

Diary Tuesday:

I took the day off work and puttered. Is this what retirement is like? Because it’s pretty great!
Pieper coffee shop stll has such good food. When they opened I thought it was the good food of a brand-new place before budget and staffing realities set in, but they have kept it up. I’m so glad they made it through the pandemic lockdown times.
I tried a Lime scooter, you guys! It’s been on my list for awhile, along with the Biketown shared e-bikes, which I still plan to do soon. The scooter experience was…eh. It’s so heavy that there’s no sense of coasting or assisted motion; you have to continuously press on the throttle with your thumb. It doesn’t feel like flying. And because of the heaviness I also had to keep both hands on the handlebars, no signaling turns or pushing my glasses up. I’m glad I tried it but won’t become a regular.
Sanguinity made me a pound cake, and for dinner she roasted leek scapes (super mild, almost asparagus-like) and garlic scapes (crispy at the tapered ends and, well, garlicky).

It’s been a wonderful day and I am very loved.

Reading Wednesday

Read last weekend:

Turning 15 on the Road to Freedom, by Lynda Blackmon Lowery as told to Elspeth Leacock and Susan Buckley, illustrated by PJ Loughran, designed by Mina Chung. I’m including the designer because it’s a beautifully laid-out book, 121 pages with generous space around the text, and a mix of photos and illustrations:

print in warm gold and brown tones - an African American girl with eyes closed, sitting on a flowered couch with an older African American woman who strokes her forehead. Text is

The first sentence of the book is, “By the time I was fifteen years old, I had been in jail nine times.” The last sentence is “Who has the right to vote is still being decided today.” And in between, it’s like sitting and listening to an older relative lay out what happened in Selma and Montgomery, but also drop incidental details like what food the kids put in their pockets to eat while sitting in jail, or how it rained hard on day three of the march and everyone got these little orange ponchos to wear.

The book gets across how many children and teenagers were active in the movement, going to sit-ins and marches (and jail) because the adults would lose their jobs if they did those things. It shows some of the trauma– a section at the back commemorates Jimmie Lee Jackson, Viola Liuzzo, and others– and the determination, excitement, and organization too. I’ve been thinking about it a lot.

continuing a series

Pretty sure I’m the only person who knows it, but this blog tracks kidlit-related Miss Universe National Costumes!

(The original links are dead, but previously, 2013’s Miss Denmark Cecilia Iftikhar as The Little Mermaid:

woman in sparkly blue strapless bra and floor-length fishtail skirt

and 2016’s Miss Sweden Iva Ovmar as Pippi Longstocking:)

woman in spotted dress and red-braid wig, brandishing a large paper horse overhead

The belated new addition, which I discovered thanks to sang’s sending me nonasuch’s tumblr post, is 2023’s Miss Finland Paula Joukanen as Little My!

woman walking a runway in short red dress and high black boots cartoon of Little My, a character in red dress, pink tie, and boots, with hair in a bun and a determined, mischievous expression

Movie recommendation: Polite Society

two young Pakistani women wearing fancy dresses with headpieces, sitting in a diner side by side and smiling over plates of burgers and fries

I track books I read but not movies I see, so I’ll document it here: Sanguinity and I watched Polite Society (by Nida Manzoor, creator of We Are Lady Parts) on Friday and loved it! Bonkers in the best way and tons of little-sister energy.

Note for locals, Multnomah County Library has it on DVD.

rabbit rabbit

Happy New Year! I didn’t get to Mt. Scott Park for my traditional January 1st photo, but snapped one at Mt. Tabor Park that’s reminiscient:

reservoir with cityscape beyond; sunny parklike setting with blue sky, evergreens, Barr trees

The last couple of days have been delightful, with lots of puttering, eating leftovers, and having time for all the things. (You guys I even scrubbed the kitchen floor for the new year.) I’m sorry to say goodbye to that aspect tomorrow when my job starts up again. My new year’s resolution, if it can be called one, is to get my chores done on Saturday and reserve Sundays for this kind of empty time and unplanned projects.

Of the books I read in 2023, the one I’ll shout out is middle-grade fiction, Maggie Lou, Firefox by Métis author Arnolda Dufour Bowes. I think I learned about it from Betsy Bird’s review, which covers a lot of what I love about it. The #1 thing for me is the representation of current indigenous families hunting, because I was one of the white city kids who did not understand that cultural context at all. But other particulars that appeal to me specifically are

in parts one and two (of three), lots of cleaning! I continue to be a sucker for reading about cleaning.
the adults in the family have their own individual lives and perspectives and stuff going on and don’t feel like generic Grown-Ups, even when we’re seeing only their interactions with Maggie Lou. Right up there with the Quimbys, Krupniks, and Bagthorpes in this respect. Probably because I’m an adult reader of middle-grade, this is a big plus for me.

author headshot and cover art for Maggie Lou, Firefox - both author and main character have wavy black hair, light brown skin tones, and smiles.

Author photo next to cover art by Karlene Harvey (she/they) (Tsilhqot’in and Syilx). Love the resemblance– according to the author’s note, the story is based on the author’s childhood, with a little of her daughter’s mixed in.